February 2010
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Formspring
is nakikiuso! http://formspring.me/jammygolucky
January 2010
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Post-Gig Dreamers
Me: So we have another gig on February
Donn: Yeah, I think we're playing with some known bands, not sure who
Me: SUPER!
Angelo: We're the "And Many More" Band
*silence*
Me: Typecast, Bamboo... "And Many More"
Angelo: Yep.
*laughter*
December 2009
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“Everything is a scenic route, see? A landscape you will admire until it is...”
– Yorick Zahn [RP Madness]
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“Reality simply moves too slow that we couldn’t catch its magic. But...”
– December 31 2009
November 2009
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The Suicide Hotline Club (NaNoWriMo Novel)
a blurb:
Talk to the voice on the phone Go on Ask and he’ll speak of your freedom
Give your tears to the stranger Wonder, Who he may be doesn’t matter
Search a bit of your soul to share You dare Trust in a voice that was never there
November 04, 2009 12:07AM NaNoWriMo 2009
October 2009
7 posts
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Rain Rain Go Away... →
In which I blog about an inescapable meeting with an arrogant force of nature.
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“In a perfect world, waking up is rather pointless.”
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Chuck Norris was Here! →
HAHAHAHA!
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OH.
Hi.
Welcome to my world :).
(My first actual Tumblr entry)
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“Let me smile in Heaven where it doesn’t matter.”
– October 1, 2009
September 2009
4 posts
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eLouai's Avatar Maker! →
Lots of looks to choose from! You can actually find something that will LOOK like you haha!
(Many thanks to Biancz for sharing this ^^)
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“Are those moments spent in traffic counted in life?”
– September 17, 2009
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“Sometimes the greatest thing you’ll ever get to learn is that you don’t have to...”
– September 12, 2009
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August 2009
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“Life goes on.” Did you catch the sarcasm?”
– August 29, 2009
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“My memory is selective at best. It keeps me happy. No, scratch that, it keeps me...”
– August 29, 2009
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July 2009
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Older Pt. 2
I never planned to be this old. I never planned to grow up. Not with the jobs or marriage or kids. In my head I will never get there, thinking that I will probably die before that time would come. Death seems to be a better end than life. I immersed myself in dreams of grandeur. I wanted to achieve everything while young. I always felt I am running out of time for my dreams.
It makes me wonder, however, if I somehow do achieve everything while I’m young, what else would there be left to want as I grow older? Everything would be a parody of things I wanted. I would be indulging in the leftovers of my desires. I realized then, that the fruit of one’s labor is the labor itself, and everything else is just scrap. And funny in this sense, I am thankful I haven’t achieved my dreams yet, scared of running out, not of time, but dreams.
-July 27 2009
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“Sometimes I can’t help but hate people who think being “nice” is enough.”
– July 27, 2009
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Voices in My Head
As I grow older, I remember the time when the voices in my head were easier to ask to stop. Nowadays, I need to shout at the voices. I need to drown them with the sound of my real voice. There have… become increasingly harder to shut up.
- July 03 2009
June 2009
5 posts
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Movie Reviews [Journal] →
Favorite Movies and why you should consider watching them. (Also includes my affinity for the milky goodness that is Yoghurt)
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Dragon Monologue [Vignette] →
In which I rant about Teletubbies, rain, Twilight and Dragons…
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The Editor →
An old unfinished story spurred because of my Noble Quest for an Editor.
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The Brothers Day 2 [Short Story] →
Yeah, the second part of a story and in which I find out neither Bono nor Lobo are Austrians.
May 2009
4 posts
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“Okay. So I’m doomed. Give me a couple of days to get used to that idea.”
– May 29, 2009
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On Beauty
When we discuss beauty, you have to keep in mind its definition.
Through my humble understanding, beauty is somewhat rare. In a world where mediocrity thrives, it’s refreshing to see something that pleases the eye. Perfection, it may be.
Do you know the golden mean? When I was in Drawing class, my teacher discussed that the best illustrations always follow a rule. The golden mean. When I was researching about writing, I came across “The Heroes Journey”, a tried-and-tested rule for every successful story ever told. Another golden mean.
It makes me wonder, therefore, what is beauty anyway? Is it the rarity that follows perfection? It seemed so. The human face is considered attractive through its semblance to the Golden Mean… If that is so, then everything beautiful is not only perfect, not only fine, but the same.
The question, therefore is this.. Beauty is precious because it is rare, but if you think about it, those rare pieces of jewelry are almost always identical. Do you, then, settle for one of these identical pieces when there is an abundance of imperfect little gems, all waiting to be recognized. They are flawed, yes… But unique.
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"I Just Want To Be Different...
You know… Like everyone else…"
-May 8, 2009 (After coloring my hair and seeing it not work. DAMMIT)
April 2009
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Ignorance as Bliss
I was reminded of my childhood just a little while ago, as I saw a streak of white foam drawn on the sky. I remember when I was a kid, I’ve thought of it as a weird cloud, magic, maybe, or angels drawing a line on the sky.
When you grow a little older you find out it’s nothing but a jet plane’s fart. Funny how when you understand things, they begin to look so achingly simple, you’d wonder...
March 2009
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Mirrors Tell the Truth... Sorta
Sometimes mirrors are frustrating because you look good in some while you look absolutely unattractive on others! I’ve often wondered why this is. Maybe it’s the trick of the light? Or how the mirror was made? But then you suddenly realize… aren’t people’s eyes the same way? : )
-March 9 2008
February 2009
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January 2009
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Bottom Sucker
There was a time when I talked to my dad and he said “We’ve hit bottom low, you know… So I know that there’s no other way for us but up.”
The words were meant to be uplifting. It felt good to hear, but sadly, I knew better. There is no such thing as bottom low. Maybe there is, but what we are, isn’t. There was a nudge in my belly that said,
“No Pops, there are 6 Billion more bottom lows in the world. We’re not bottom low… And I don’t think there’s a bottom.”
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“The worst possible knowledge I got from growing up: Shooting stars don’t work.”
– January 1, 2009
December 2008
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“Everything happens for a reason. But sometimes, I can’t help but hate it...”
– 19 December 2008
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“Sweetness comes with a bitter aftertaste.”
– 14 December 2008
November 2008
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“I challenge you to make your life a masterpiece.”
– 22 November 2008
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October 2008
4 posts
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You learn a little something on the web everyday →
In which I disclose wonderful gems of knowledge which will (probably) not win you a gameshow, or the girl.
(There’s a picture of a killer rabbit, though)
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Beautiful Chaos [Poem]
*BEAUTIFUL CHAOS October 2, 2006 4:02 am a single death is pretty a thousand grave’s a start a gunshot heard is music a gruesome war is art there’s beauty in the darkness its tempting call is bare the teardrops maybe cruel but none denies its flair there’s charm in perfect sorrow insanity’s a gift for beauty is imperfection deception is but grief beneath the rotting bitter...
September 2008
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The Storyteller [Poem]
The Storyteller September 18, 2008 3:37am Look and see through doors beyond And enter worlds your dreams are fond My words in prime can wound or heal As sure as same can do instill a truth a lie a moment’s dream of luck or lack; Which door you deem, Depends if you’ll take time to stare Onto my eyes of darkest glare My sun-scorched travels now I bid Behind my tongue you’ll find what’s hid The words...
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“I never planned on growing up. And now I feel like I owe somebody an apology.”
– September 16 2008
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A Rant of Days and Numbers [Journal] →
My sheer suspicion with Time and the poetry of passing days.
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Ang Pagtatapos, ang Natutunan, ang Patutunguhan →
Kung saan susubukang likumin ang mga natutunan sa isang pagtatapos.
June 2008
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Memories
Memories often feel like old forgotten trinkets at the back of your mind's cupboard, patiently waiting for you to wipe the dust off of them to reveal their beauty. Admire them. They deserve it.